”…Here, let’s go for a walk,” Melissa said, as she stood from our dinner table at the r

”…Here, let’s go for a walk,” Melissa said, as she stood from our dinner table at the resort’s outdoor restaurant. I couldn’t help but stare as she rose, and rose, and rose. I’d noticed before, while at the bar with Rich watching her arrive, that she was wearing big heels, crazy tall. It made me nervous. In fact - just so I wouldn’t have had to walk next to her, surely a head shorter than her, past the other diners - I had let her get to our table first, before me, and only left the bar when I’d be sure she was already seated. But now…my moment of reckoning, such as it was, had come…From my seat I stared up at her, and swallowed dryly.  “What..? What is it?” she asked, smiling down at me as I sat, still frozen in place.“It’s…it’s just sort of..dramatic,” I found myself saying, before I could think.Her eyes took on an excited shine. “What? Watching me stand up?” she smiled, “Because I’m tall?”“Uh…y-yeah…” was all I could manage, causing her to giggle. It was not lost on me that it was just yesterday, on the plane, that we were talking about my lost height, how I’d somehow become (if I’m being honest) nearly four inches shorter over time. She knew how I felt about it, how emasculating it was. And yet here she was tonight, at our dinner together, wearing six inch heels…“C’mon…” she said, offering me her hand, “…I want to go look at the moon on the beach.”Without another word I pushed back my chair, placed my napkin on the table, and stood up. I had taken her help in standing and she’d urged me towards her with a subtle pull, so when I was finally up we were face to face. Or rather…I faced her, uh…She must be a foot taller than me.“Th-those are the heels you bought on Friday, hm?” I asked, trying to look anywhere but at her plunging neckline, which hovered just below my line of sight. It took every ounce of my will not to look into her cleavage, which beckoned my eyes with it’s overfilled, swollen ripeness.“Mmhm,” she confirmed, raising her chin a fraction, peering down at me mischievously, “couldn’t wait to wear all six inches of them for you…”“Grrreat, thanks…” I replied, causing her to laugh and start tugging me away from our seats.She lead the way, holding my hand and pulling me in tow through the maze of tables, and I felt each and every person in the restaurant watching the busty, Amazon beauty and her smaller, reticent charge. Blood rushed to my face and I smiled wanly, trying to look relaxed and not like the simp I was. We must have made quite the couple.But soon we were alone, finding ourselves the only ones on the low boardwalk among the thick palms, on a dimly-lit path leading down to the resort’s beach. A light breeze had picked up. By the time we made it to the sand, moonlight was our only guide.“So…this is where you were this afternoon?” I asked as, at her suggestion, I was removing my leather docksiders and stepping onto the sand, carrying them in my right hand.“Mmhm, it was nice,” Melissa replied, likewise stepping out of her tall heels, “I had my water, got myself an umbrella…sat right over there…”Looking out over the darkened, nearly abandoned beach, I saw where the rows and rows of lounge chairs had been lined up, all facing the water. In truth, most had been pulled back, stacked away nearer the trees by the staff for the night. But some remained. A lone couple sat together on one chair, down far to our right. Another beach walker was drifting towards them, feet in the quiet surf.“But here, let’s walk this way…” Melissa suggested, taking my hand again and leading me out to the left onto the beach, away from the boardwalk, the last lights, and any other people. Soon we were at the water’s edge, strolling in the soft sand in the moonlight. She had kept my left hand in her right one, her high-heel shoes dangling casually from the other. The lights of the resort, though still visible above the trees, disappeared slowly behind us.“This is much more fun with some company,” she finally remarked, eyes glittering down into mine as we caught each other’s gaze for a second. Even without her heels, she was taller than me by a good six inches; that the shore was sloped and I walked closer to the water than her didn’t help my situation, either.She swung my hand playfully.“H-how was your afternoon down here?” I asked, remembering her Instagram bikini-shot from earlier today, imagining the spectacle of her sunbathing, the sight she must have been.”Omigod I have to tell you…”……She has just set herself down, towel arranged on her beach chaise just right, big bottle of springwater already beading up with moisture in the sand beside her. She was looking forward to some sunbathing in the mid-afternoon sun, but had not even taken off her cover-up or unwrapped her sarong when she was approached.“Heyyyy remember me?” the man said, boldly stepping right up alongside her chair, looking down at the fox he had met at his table in the vendor hall yesterday, “Max, from Marshville Medical Supply.” Jesus, the bod that had been strutting around in that smart skirt and tight top was here, he thought, now’s my chance. Maybe away from everybody else she’ll warm up a little.From below, and from behind a big pair of dark plastic sunglasses, she gazed up at him. Inwardly she sighed, and attempted a smile. “Oh, hi.” She remembered this guy, a salesman here representing his company at the conference. Not in his suit and tie at the moment, and behind a loud pair of wrap Oakley’s she couldn’t see his eyes, but the shaved head was the same. Her smile crooked a touch as she remembered further. Oh yeah, she recalled, the short guy. He was short, kind of comically so. But he obviously had confidence to spare.“So, enjoying the conference?” he asked, brazenly crouching down aside her chaise, near her left hip. Shirtless and in swim trunks, he held a green beer bottle, nearly empty.“Mmhmm…” she replied noncommitally, laying her head back and closing her eyes, hoping he’d get the hint. He’d been over-friendly yesterday, like an eager puppy, and the last thing she wanted to do was encourage him here today when all she wanted was to relax and get some sun before her big dinner with her boss. That she was looking forward too.“Well, when are you gonna let me buy you that drink?” he asked, undaunted by the shade and smiling big, giving the brunette beaut an unseen wink. “You said you were busy last night, how ‘bout tonight?”She knew his type, a guy who held himself a little too confidently for her tastes. Too belligerent to take a polite ‘no’ for an answer. And a serious case of little-dog syndrome to boot. This is the type of man she knew the speakers at Evolution meetings were talking about, entitled from countless years of patriarchy, audacious in his cluelessness.And she knew that, unless she put an end to it, he wouldn’t stop talking to her.“Cool shades,” she finally replied, turning her head just enough to regard him, where he nervously bounced and twitched aside her, crouched on the balls of his feet, “Take them off.”She actually wanted to watch this, see his reaction.Predictably, the bald little sales-rep guy did exactly as he was told, pushing his sunglasses up atop his pate and fixing her with a shit-eating grin that made her skin crawl. He nodded, and chewed something, maybe some gum.His grin changed, his eyes left her placid face as slowly, she began to pull the diaphanous fabric of her sarong off her lap, parting it so as to reveal her thighs. His eyes bulged as he looked down now onto her bare, powerful legs, and began to try to grasp what he was seeing.She fought back a smile as she slowly started to flex the muscles in her thigh, making it bigger. At the same time she subtly tilted her hips towards him and allowed herself to release her perfume; not the ones she used so often at the office, but…one of the others, a darker sister. Almost immediately she saw the frightened look on his face as it took hold and he realized that her fully flexed thigh is, like, nearly the size of his whole upper body. And then she flexed the other, filling the space alongside its twin and completely overwhelming the poor man with this casual display of her strength.“I have more muscle in one leg than you have in your entire body,” she finally said, with cool detachment, “So why don’t you just run away, little man…”…“You scared him away?!?” I marveled, half-incredulous but…why would she make this up? “With your legs?!?”“Yeah,” Melissa giggled, still swinging our arms between us playfully as we walked the water’s edge. We really were far away from everything, now. “I have a way of making people feel the way I want,” she added, which gave me temporary pause, “I have since I was a girl…” She was quiet for a moment, thoughtful. “Well, maybe I was 13 or 14…”Probably a D-cup even then, I found myself thinking.“Here let’s sit - “ she finally said, returning from her reverie and leading me a few yards up the dark beach towards a lone group of lounge chairs. I was, I knew, allowing myself to be pulled into more and more intimate situations, and felt helpless to resist. Her smile, her perfume, her dress - I was powerless to do anything but follow. I knew I was being too passive, but the promise of what might happen here, alone with her if I let her do what she wanted, was a dark, illicit thrill.But still, I took another pause as she sat sideways on a chaise - fully reclined, without armrests - and looked up at me, expectantly. She’d left enough room for me to sit aside her. The beach was dark, the beach was empty. Her smile was big, full of excitement. Her eyes reflected the bright light of the moon back at me.Bare feet in the sand and seeing my hesitation, she tossed her shoes aside and adjusted the skirt of her dress, pulling it away from her thighs. “They don’t scare you do they?” she said with good humor, as she slowly flexed them. Then crossing them, accentuating their musculature even more, posing them for my approval. Jesus, they were huge. Long and thick and muscular, rippling with strength and yet her lap - bare nearly to her hip - looked so soft. Maybe she saw my reaction, as best as I tried to hide it, because she giggled and then took the opportunity to reach up again for my hands and guide me down to sit next to her, on her left. “Big huh?” she said with obvious pride, seeing my eyes still plastered to her thighs.“y-y-yeah…” I agreed, clearly awed and basically speechless. Of course I knew I - a married man - shouldn’t be sitting, alone in the dark and half-tipsy, with a woman more than ten years my junior and looking at her legs. I tossed my shoes onto the sand and sat.“You haven’t lived,” she quipped, smoothing her dress again away from her, “‘til you’ve been with a girl that can squat you.” She took my hands in hers again, squeezed them playfully.At her little joke I tried to laugh. “y-yeah…” I felt her watching my face, studying me as, finally, I was able to tear my eyes away. I began to struggle with myself, knowing I should say something, do something more appropriate than let this twentysomething girl lead me around with her drop-dead figure like a worshipful pinhead. “H-hey, uhh…” I began.“Shhhh…” she stopped me, one of her hands leaving mine and snaking up behind my shoulders, “You’ve had a long day, you look tired. Lay your head down, here on my lap…”!!!“C’mon,” she continued, brightly, already readjusting herself, shifting herself on the chaise to accommodate me, “remember what we said - it’s just you and me. Friends, together, here. It’s okay…” Already she was easing me down, gently but firmly urging me to recline, sideways onto her. “…I can be very comfortable ”Before I knew it, I had my head down, resting on her soft, bare lap. Her big thigh was warm and silky smooth against my right cheek“See? This isn’t so bad, is it?” she cooed, stroking my hair with tender fingers, “Finally a good use for these thighs.”“y-y-yeah…” I admitted, eyes fluttering as I breathed in and took a deep lungful of air, full of her scent. “B-But, Melissa…” I began, but soon found my voice failing as her hand stroked my cheek.“Shhhh….it’s alright…”I looked at her knees, and closed my eyes. This was a new level of intimacy between Melissa and me, and as innocent as she maybe thought it was I knew it couldn’t be anything but trouble. But I was impotent against my own weaknesses to do anything about it.“That’s right, gooooood…let me help you relax,” she whispered, still slowly stroking my face, petting my hair, “I’ve always had a way of making people forget about their problems, and I want to help you forget yours.”My eyes opened again. “wh-what sort of pr-pr-?““Shhhhhhhhh….” she hushed me again. While one hand stroked my head, the other had come to rest on my arm. It was then that I noticed I had begun to harden, in my pressed khaki shorts. Jesus, this was too much. “I want you to relax, listen to me, listen to the sound of my voice…”I was in no position to disagree. “oh-…okay…” I peeped, frozen motionless, the rest of me laid out on my right side, supported by the rubbery, plastic webbing of the chaise. My hands were gathered up by my chest. I waited for her to speak again, losing myself more by the second in the soft pleasure of her lap.“We’re okay here, we’re fine, you and me…we’re good together like this,” she began, “you hired me to organize things, take the load off of you, make life easier for you.” She stroked my arm slowly, soothingly. “You hired me to watch out for you, protect you, take care of you,” she continued, her voice quiet and even, “isn’t that right?”I, uh…I’d hired her as an administrator for my practice, an Office Manager. And though I wouldn’t have put any of that in a job description, I…god…”y-yes…”That was what she wanted to hear.“Yes, that’s right, good,” she praised, “I’m here for you, for you…” She continued to pet my hair. “And I want you to feel totally comfortable around me. I know your life at home is tough, you have so much stress. I want to be the shoulder for you if you need. I’m strong if you need support, I’m soft if life gets too hard.” Jesus her thighs are like heaven. “I’m warm if it gets too cold.”The thoughts that whirled around me confused me. What is she saying?? What sort of invitation was this?! What would happen if I…turned towards her, into her lap, buried my face into her lap, kissing her legs? Christ I was getting harder and harder by the second, the outsized thing swelling uncomfortably in my shorts; it was pushing up my hip, making it even more impossible to think clearly. Between it, the booze, the ocean air, her perfumed skin and abundant lap I was not only made motionless but passively mindless.She took my meek silence as a cue; I felt our congress here settle into a new level with a change in her voice. “Sweetheart,” she said, “I’m here, Melissa’s here, and she’s going to take such…good…care…” She shifted her legs, readjusting me on her lap. “…of her…little…man.”Urk. Wait what? What was that?? Did I…did I hear that right? And worse…did I just shudder? I needed to say something.“u-uhhh, M-Melissa,” I found the strength to say, “y-you don’t have to talk to me like I’m a…a…””A beta?” she answered, when my voice failed.”A w-what?” I stammered, shocked. I had been expecting ‘child’ but…not that.“Oh, sweetie,” she cooed, “relax. You are totally a Beta.” She paused, let that sink in. She knew I must have heard the term before, recently. It was something that the media had picked up on, had started to use when addressing these new changes and movements in society, in gender relations - usually describing men. “Beta”: a man acquiescent to a power shift between himself and a woman, yielding if she was looking to get ahead, become more than him. And it was not just used as a term to label the submissive personality in a relationship. It was also a word describing those who’d been passive and unresistant to these changes happening in the world, and by their inaction be complicit in them.“But that’s a good thing,” she soothed, continuing, “Betas are great. Betas help us, help us get this equality they know we deserve. They don’t get in the way of changes, they understand the way things should be.”Where was this coming from?? I felt like I should say something, speak up, defend the male race - a sad lot that’s been taking hits recently. But the last thing I wanted to do right now was bring argument to the moment. I was too enthralled with being humiliated.“Besides,” she went on, giggling, “Betas are adorable.” At that she shifted me again, urging me to turn towards her so I was now on my back, her hand moving my head such that I was looking up at her, and held it there. I could see the glitter of eyes as she peeked down at me over the imposing swell of bosom. “And, sweetie, you don’t have to worry. I know it’s hard, that there’s so much pressure on you to be strong and smart and in charge. But it’s okay, I know what’s natural for you.” She smiled down on me generously. “You can be beta with me.”She sat back a bit, her face all but disappearing behind her breasts. My hands were still clasped tensely at my sternum. My heart raced as my cock grew, plastered against my left hip and now threatening to push up and up further past the waistband of my shorts. “I-I-I…” I stammered, struck mute. Why couldn’t I speak?? Was I actually this sheepish??“Shhhhh it’s okay,” she told me, “You can still be yourself. You can be a doctor, our boss, a man. But you can also be someone who realizes that others, women sometimes, just have stronger personalities.”“uhhh…” I had to stop this. “I…”“A lot of the girls in the office have strong personalities, don’t they?” she said playfully, while at the same time her left hand - trying to get me to relax - lifted my balled fists from off my chest.“Do some of them make you uncomfortable?” she asked now, laying my left arm, and then my right, down by my sides. “Hm? Am I hiring girls with too much personality? Surrounding you with too many alpha females?” She giggled, considering my plight. “It’s like they’re everywhere, huh?”She looked down at me curiously, regarding me, waiting for my reaction, maybe some input. None came; I could barely breathe let alone speak.“Well, what if that’s the way the world is becoming?” she continued, as if musing to herself, “If they really are everywhere? If roles are reversing, if women are becoming more alpha? Getting better education, getting better jobs? Getting smarter than men? Bigger than men?”“B-bigger?” That took me aback. Her statement about women’s advances had struck a bit of a chord, but it was true. I’d seen the statistics, read and been told recently about college degrees, income levels, women’s greater successes. But the physical stuff? That seemed…unlikely, right?But, I started to think, what would the world be like if the traditional size relationship between men and women started to flip? I looked up at her and - with her huge, muscular thighs below me, her fit, shapely torso towering above me up into the night sky - I suddenly, acutely, felt in my fragile bones just how much physically bigger Melissa was than me. How would men deal with this if…if this was the way it was? How would society deal with it? What would change? What would become of us?My cock throbbed, insistent and still growing.“I hadn’t thought about it too much before,” she continued, “but I kinda like the idea, this…what do they say? ‘Role-reversal’?” Her left hand had found its way to my middle, casually playing with the fabric of my pique-cotton polo. “We talk all about it at these seminars I go to.”“S-seminars?” I asked dumbly.“Oh, well, maybe they’re more support meetings? Focus groups? Organizational things?” she began to explain, “At Abby’s work, a couple evenings a month. Just a bunch of girls, ladies, getting together…helping one another, talking about ways we can help ourselves, further the cause. Keeping us up to date on everything going on.” The breeze had just started to pick up more, off the water. “I’m kinda new to it but I love it. You’ve maybe heard about some of these meetings, happening all over the place, not just at Evolution. I think Sheryl’s been to a few?”These things with Olivia? That’s what they’ve been doing?“It’s so very cool recently. They talk about changing the world, making it a better place, more equal, getting women out of the shadows,” she said, a strange excitement in her voice, “I think it’s wonderful…”Her left hand took one of mine in hers, held it, held it up. Showed me how much smaller than her own it was.“And just…just look at you…” she marveled, her tone thickening, queen’s honey, “you’re like the perfect guy for it all. You’re not just a beta, you’re actually getting, like, actually, physically…smaller.”She wrapped her hand over mine.“M-M-Melissa…?”“Oh, sweetie, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” she clucked, “Like we were saying yesterday- we love it, girls love it. It’s kind of a fad now, shorter guys, taller girls…” She put my hand down - oh my god, too close - on my hip, near the undeniable swell of my erection. “…weaker men, stronger women.”Lightning flashed, out of the clouds, over the water. Something, brewing.“How do my legs feel? Still okay?” she asked. On cue, muscles rippled powerfully below me, cradling my head and neck.“y-y-yeah…” was all I could manage. I saw a gust bring her hair to life.Her free left hand rested itself on my bare, thin thigh, just above my left knee. She squeezed it, tenderly, feeling out what meager mass I had. “I mean, you hear what people are saying, right?” she continued, as a gentle roll of thunder settled over us, “Why the New Woman party is getting so popular? Why they’re thinking they’re going to win some elections next month?”“I…I hadn’t been really k-keeping up…” I admitted.“It’s the same thing,” she explained, “People are starting to like seeing women big, bigger than men, not just physically. They like to see women occupying bigger jobs, bigger positions. They like to see them taking them from men. It’s empowering to women and, face it…guys secretly find it sexy. A lot of them won’t admit it but they like it, seeing women doing this. Don’t you? Hm? Don’t you like seeing women finally getting what they deserve?”“Uh, well, y-yeah, of c-cour-” I agreed, not wanting to sound like a jerk.“And then sweetie, what better way than to beat the men in elections? Take their offices?” she continued. Yes, she seemed to be repeating some mantra, some doctrine she’d been fed. But she honestly seemed to believe it. “People want to see women have, like, a stronger place in government, start to be able to make some real changes…”More lightning, a violent flash. Melissa seemed unperturbed.“People want to see women grow and succeed…it’s just the thing these days…” she spoke, her hand now just inches away from…“Oh…uhh…I dont…”Thunder, closer.“I think a storm is coming,” she finally said.As if on cue, rain. A spattering at first…“I…I think you’re right,” I agreed, as I watched Melissa look up into the night, into the inky blackness. The stars had disappeared.…and then, water. A deluge.“Eeeek!!!” she squealed, suddenly, as instantly we were being pelted, the heavens having opened up with an onslaught from the dark sky. “Oh my god!!!” she laughed, as I rose from her lap, as I sat and she grabbed her heels and me my docksiders, as we both moved quickly to stand, and to run.We were getting soaked. More lightning over the water, more thunder in the distance.“Run, run!!” she called as, taking my hand now in hers, she lead me over the beach towards the trees. Water came down in buckets. I had stumbled at first but with her help finally found my footing, and we ran together through the rain until we reached the shelter of the palms, both of us now laughing and drenched. Winded, from the short run, I pressed my back against a trunk, seeking its protection from the storm. Light from the resort filtered through the trees; it was less dark, here.My chest heaved, “Oh man..!” I hooted, “that is some r- urk!”Laughing, Melissa had come up to me, also taking cover, all but pressing herself face-to-face against me to stay under the palm’s umbrella. She was breathing heavy, giddy with excitement from our mad dash across the sand through the rain, her dress - like my shirt, my shorts - soaked through. Looking down at me, her face was scant inches from mine. Her hair hung wetly; she pushed it behind her.She smiled, dangerously playful. Body heat, our wet life, intermingled, intimate.“Are you okay?” she purred, obviously amused by the position in which we found ourselves.“y-y-yeah,” I replied, “j-just a little…w-wet.” She was so close. So warm. So big. I tried to ignore how her dress was now plastered to her like a second skin.“Wet? Look at you, you poor thing. You’re soaked,” she pouted. It’s true, I looked like a drowned rat, my clothes plastered to me as well. “We’ll have to get you a towel later.” If anything, she inched in closer, bringing the warmth of her bigger body towards my smaller one. I was shivering, and not just from the rain. “Are you cold?”“n-no…” I managed, “I’m fine..”She looked down on me, watched me struggling with my thoughts. I knew I shouldn’t be here, I knew I shouldn’t be allowing this to happen. But I was helpless, still. Helpless because she was just so…nnngh…so close.“Without Sheryl around I’ll have to take care of you, keep you warm, hm?” Melissa giggled while the rain continued to pour down around us. The palm was shielding us, mostly, from the heavens. “So…” she began, choosing her words carefully, “she takes good care of you, right?”Whether she saw or felt me shudder I don’t know. What did she mean? “W-well…”“C’mon- Sheryl has a great job, so successful. She’s an attorney, a powerful woman, right?” Melissa asked, reaching up to push wet hair off my forehead, “Isn’t it nice having someone so…capable, taking care of you?” Her left hand came to rest on the trunk of the tree, aside my head. “Don’t you find that…sexy?”“Uhhh..”“Doesn’t that kinda…turn you on?” she asked, smiling mischievously, “I mean, she makes more than you, right? I hear her salary just got, like, astronomical. The girls in the office talk about it all the time. Plus all the company boards she’s on?”“Uhhh…” I struggled. I couldn’t say anything…and I certainly couldn’t deny it. But…’the girls in the office’? What were they all saying about me??“It’s very empowering for a woman, you know,” Melissa continued, “to have a man financially dependent on her.”At that, my male ego, shrunken and beset as it was, raised its head and bristled. “I’m n-not..’financially dependent’ on her…” I said, hearing the uncertainty myself in my voice.“She owns the building the practice is in, doesn’t she?” Melissa asked, innocently.“Well, yes, but..” I started to explain. Sheryl did keep separate accounts from me, handling our household and mingling some of our finances…but holding many of her own assets, too. Stocks, funds, real estate. It had seemed only fair, I’d always figured, seeing what she came to the marriage with, versus what I did. “I-it’s complicated.”“Mmm…” she acknowledged, her free hand straightening the wet collar of my shirt, smoothing it out, “I’m sure. But…she owns a majority share in the practice, now, right?”How much do these girls know?? I marveled in shocked indignity, mortified. It was true, though. Sheryl and I did start as partners, 50/50 shareholders in the business - she had the money, I had just gotten done with med school and residency. As her income grew and mine trailed, she bought the building, a few years in, and leased the office space back to the practice. She always paid herself rent with stock options, slowly owning more and more of it herself and paying me my salary. Initially I had my doubts, maybe thought it wasn’t the best idea, but she’d always been the one with the business sense, told me it was the best thing, saving cash for the practice to reinvest in itself. But..it’s mortifying. She owns the lion’s share of it all, now, and I realize my mistake. And, with the way our relationship at home is…I…Jesus I felt small. Small and afraid.Melissa looked down at me, her right hand now also on the trunk of the tree aside my head. I felt trapped. I was trapped. “I want to be like that someday, be the breadwinner, bring home the bacon,” she mused, eyes glittering in the semi-dark, looking at me, “I so want to have a guy need me like that, tied to my apron strings.”What few words I had were caught in my throat. I swallowed them down, dryly.“Sheryl is so lucky, to have a guy like you,” she continued, pondering me as she bit her lip in thought. Her smile curled a little bit. “What would it be like if she was as tall as me? How would things change, be different between you two?”I have to admit, by this point I had gone beyond feeling just aroused, the evening had passed the point of being just titillating. Secretly I was becoming a bit…scared.And that just turned me on more.“If Sheryl was six feet tall…taller…” Melissa continued, making me consider the thought, the possibility, as she drew in closer, stood up a bit taller, “if she was bigger, stronger than you? What would that be like?” She watched my face twitching, me struggling with myself. “…I think you might kinda like it.”I craned my neck to look up into her face, rather than let my gaze fall to what approached from below: her soft, inviting cleavage. “I, uh….”“Does she like you being beta?” she asked.“d-does she wh-wh-what?”“Does Sheryl like you being beta?” she repeated, “Does she like having you be…this way?”I thought for a moment, about Sheryl and I, about what our marriage had become, before answering. “I…I dunno…I th-think she finds it kinda…pathetic,” I answered, knowing immediately I should have thought a moment longer, should have held my tongue. Jesus I just admitted it didn’t I? What my relationship with Sheryl is really like?“Oh, that’s too bad…” Melissa cooed, pouting again but eyes alive and excited, both hands coming down to once again play with my collar. “Well, I think it’s cute…” she said, her hands now resting possessively on my shoulders, “little Dr. J…my little beta boss…”Again, my beleaguered ego. “H-hey, c’mon, Melissa-”“Shhhhh…like I said…” she stopped me, massaging my thin shoulders with firm, gentle hands, “You can be beta with me.” Another roll of thunder, this time further away. The rain still came down into the sand all around us, and the tropical air was heavy, full of her perfume. “In fact I can help you, especially if you like women being strong and taking care of things for you. Just think. I can hire more alpha girls, we can do more around the office. You can take a backseat, watch us run things…I think you’ll like it.”“b-b-but…” This, of course, was already out of hand. And I felt powerless to stop it from getting worse.“Shh, remember…I want you to be comfortable with me. Be yourself, let me take care of you and don’t worry about how others see you,” she insisted, “And always know you can tell me anything you want…” She giggled. “No judgies.”“I…I d-don’t…” I looked up at her, at her perfectly strong jaw, her divine cheekbones.“Is there something you’d like to tell me?” she asked, curiously. She saw my eyes admiring her face and gave me a dazzling smile, causing me to take a full, deep breath of her perfume. I felt my tongue loosening, my ego wilting.“I-I, uh,” I began, unable to help myself, “I like how you’ve…been taking care of things…a-at the office.” My erection was straining painfully in my shorts, pressing straight up towards my belly.“See, I’m glad you said that….that’s a start,” she said, encouraging me with her smile, now petting my cheek, “Tell me more…”Wh-what else could I say? I knew I should stay quiet, but found my cock talking for me, wanting to please her. “I l-like how you’ve been, like, making a lot of decisions for me…” My shame welled in my throat, heated my face, but I couldn’t stop.“Mmhmm…” she purred, “and..?”“I’d like you to…do that more…” I continued.“There you go,” she praised, rewarding me with a tender smile. The rain, it seemed, had suddenly stopped. “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”She waited for my answer.“n-no…”“Good boy…huh, now, it looks like the rain’s done. Why don’t you put your shoes on and we’ll get you home?”“O-okay…” I conceded, already finding myself leaning over, awkwardly slipping my docksiders back onto my feet. Thoughts and shame swirled around me, through me, thoughts of what had just occurred. But mostly, suddenly, I was thinking about my shoes.…jeez these seem big. 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